Long Blotted out Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
translation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me: 
Here was a man—now, poof, he's...

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Glib rhetoric concerned with  striking independence may seem frivolous,
nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty,
the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegrating in rapid spasms,
a longing sated and mutually embraced by two compatible persons...

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Venite
Come let us sing to the Lord;*
let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving*
and raise a loud shout to him with psalms.
For the Lord is...

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We must preform our "Duty" as "Poets" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!Why Does "JUSTICE" HAVE A "BLIND FOLD OVER HER EYES"?.........Here is the reason?Justice has a blind fold over his or her eyes,because sometimes "JUSTICE"intentionally becomes"BLIND"because of "LOVE"!!!!!! You...

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Working on achieving a "beautiful mind and body"is in itself being a part of something "Beautiful".The "Creator" who is "The Lord God Almighty" created good and evil,and he gives man and womankind  and E.T....

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No Roof For Reindeer

The celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a courtin, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah 
no foo fighting crash test dummy
(sea...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new friends and activities 
that carried me ever farther from my...

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There Beyond The Purple Veil, I Hear Her Calling

As sorrowing winds blow, darkness begins falling
There beyond the purple veil, I hear her calling
For the smell of the hillside, the flowers gifting
Nature's streaming beauty, life that’s...

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Pirates Remember

In the days of old, 
the ships were bold, 
and went anywhere they pleased. 
They were men, 
hard men, real men...
released from the burdens of mud on their shoes, 
traded in favor of swimming...

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Pausing on a late trip to South Dakota
I pulled off of the highway
Somewhere in Kansas
And shut off the lights
Reflecting that it might be good
To clear the windshield of bug carcasses
That were only being smeared 
Into...

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THE STARGAZER'S RIDE
                                ...

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According to a young boy's warning visit to hell there is a tattoo artist in hell who is receiving both his own tattoos and being tormented by demons! All because he gave other people tattoos...

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Holocaust Poem: "On The Slaughter of the Jews"
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Merciful heavens, have pity on me!
If there is a God approachable by men
as yet I have not found him—
Pray for...

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Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue 
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul suffering the same hellish fate,
	identity crisis ensued
We became strangers in...

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Chapter ..... 3 ..... Part ..... 1.

Now let us return to Alahsar,
let us now see how things truly are,
the plain does grow darker,
the sun seems to be fading away.
Shall it be blotted out forever?
May the...

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In the Darkness

In the darkness, I have roamed with unseen obstacles in my path. Some I have stumbled over and some have knocked me down. Some have taunted me and put fear in my heart....

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On a beautiful afternoon, crisp and sunny, I set out on a trek to the nearby woods. Except my camera, intentionally picked up, I hadn’t carried with me any other goods. All along, I saw...

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The days are running in front of my and the music is vibrating inside me, daylight is shining in my face and the some things are still out of place; my heart is nowhere to...

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Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters
My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles
Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters

 ...

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III

Once a pilgrim bound for a distant land
Was standing at the parting of three ways,
He asked a crone which, the right hand,
The left or middle way led before day’s
End to the hospice lying in the...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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"A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet


Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an explorer’s gait, I...

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Blessed are those who overcome
Who bravely stand ‘midst strife
For they shall see God’s paradise
And reach the tree of life

They shall not be harmed by death
Because They overcame
The hidden manna they shall eat
And gain their own...

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The moments we share are a gift,
uniquely qualified.
A magnetic shift, of consciousness, 
of honed homing sense equalized.

Through the protective layers it
sifts, like the hungry for a meal.
Moments weigh us in the balance
like a scale, 
scaling...

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Far away in a distant land
Where nobody knew my name
I carved out a throne of ice
And buried myself in the womb of winter

The Reaper held my hand
And the other held piles of pills
I shakily held...

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